CHAPTER 29 (PART 2)

Gu Sheng smiled, ruffling their hair and pointing to the camera in the distance: “We’re on TV right now, you know.”

“Wow!” The kids turned around to see the camera—and the man a few steps away.

“That brother’s good-looking too!”

“Brother and sister are good-looking, a perfect match!”

The kids said in their cute little voices.

Gu Sheng thought they were adorable and slipped all the candy into their pockets.

Wen Heng watched from afar, his cold black eyes unknowingly softening.

The camera captured this scene steadily. In this wild mountain top, there was a peaceful feeling of quiet time passing.

After handing out all the candy and rubbing their heads one by one, Gu Sheng said to the kids: “Brother and sister are good-looking, but I’m even prettier!”

Kids: Eh?

Wen Heng: “…”

Audience: [Hahahahaha damn it, I was moved for a second]

[Hahaha I’m gonna die laughing because of Gu Sheng]

Wen Heng turned to leave.

But as soon as he turned, the system alert came without invitation:

“Warning. You will experience your 29th pain in 7 hours.”

Wen Heng stopped and turned back.

“Notice. After the 29th pain, the 30th pain will follow.”

Wen Heng: …?

Wasn’t that just stating the obvious?

But then he remembered the system’s special rule every 15 pains…

So the 30th would also offset the pain points?

Wen Heng glanced at the woman laughing heartily in the distance, expressionless.

If it weren’t for the system, who would want to press up against her?

A moment later,

Wen Heng again expressionless thought: What position will it be next time?

System: “…”

Forget it, pretend I didn’t see that.

…

Night draped over Panyu Mountain, the shadows tracing the moonlight.

The director explained the final night’s battle for rooms to the guests.

After a whole day of leisure, the production team had one last tricky move: to make them filthy and muddy, so the village chief’s hot shower would seem even more important.

“The rules of the ‘Flour Challenge’ are simple. Each guest has a bag of flour hanging over their head. Each round the judge asks a question, with a ‘trigger word.’ Guests must answer within three seconds without repeating answers. Guessing the trigger word will pop their flour bag. The last winner gets first pick of the rooms.”

Staff quickly brought out the flour. Gu Sheng looked at the familiar bags and exchanged a glance with Wen Heng.

…The production team really knew how to use things to the fullest! Buried underground yesterday, hanging overhead today.

This game was pretty brutal—testing reflexes and luck. The audience could see the trigger word each round, which made it very exciting.

The guests sat nervously under the hanging flour bags, with staff holding needles behind them, which was quite scary.

The first question was “What’s inside a bathroom?” The trigger word was “toilet.”

“There’s a window!”

“Uh, a bathtub!”

“Slippers.”

“—Poop!”

Yu Shanbei’s answer made the whole room laugh, causing the next guest, Lu Yiyi, to forget her lines, stammering for two seconds before saying, “Ba-bathtub!”

“—Crash!”

The same word was used too many times—without mercy, the bag of flour was torn open, and Lu Yiyi instantly turned into a doughy snowman.

[Hahahahaha 11 is too miserable]

[It’s all Beizi’s fault! Beat him up!!]

[The show crew is evil! If they can’t shower after this, it’s just cruel!]

The remaining guests were all intimidated and became much more cautious in the next round.

“What’s in your computer?” The bomb word was “photos.”

“Games!”

“Folders.”

“Script—”

“Uh, uh, uh wait, there are photos!”

Qin Tian turned into a big white puffball.

The game continued round after round, with contestants getting eliminated one by one, until only Gu Sheng and Wen Heng were left standing.

[OHHHHHH this means they can just pick the prize now, right?!]

[WenSheng forever kings and queens!]

But the director grinned and said, “According to the rules, contestants are playing individually, so the two of you need to keep going until the end.”

Wen Heng & Gu Sheng: “……”

Final round. The question from the producer was: “What do you like about the other person?” The bomb word was “looks.”

As soon as the question dropped, fans who were just angrily yelling at the production team did a complete 180:
[Damn, show crew, you do know what you’re doing!]

[Thank you thank you, my mouth is wide open and ready for sugar!]

Gu Sheng: “Temperament.”

Wen Heng: “Personality.”

Gu Sheng: “Height.”

Wen Heng: “Weight.”

“……” Gu Sheng’s competitive side kicked in. “Acting skills!”

Wen Heng let out a small laugh. “—Talent.”

Gu Sheng clenched her fists. This damn man was copying her!

She blurted, “Ugh I can’t think of anything else!”

Wen Heng: “……”

Gu Sheng, clearly forcing it: “Face, I guess.”

Wen Heng pressed his lips together: “Looks.”

“—Whoosh!”

Gu Sheng immediately threw a fist in the air: “Yes!!!”

The audience was laughing their heads off.

[Sis, aren’t you being a little too happy hahaha]

[She just wants to win, doesn’t even care that her husband’s buried in flour]

[I’m dead, this is too funny hahahaha]

And so the WenSheng couple, one in black and one in white, finally made it into the village chief’s house.

The other couples all groaned: “So what was the point of living well the past two days?!”

Trying to wash off all that flour with cold water—what are they doing, kneading dough?!

Boohoohoo—

……

The village chief’s house really did live up to its luxury status—much more spacious and well-appointed.

The chief knew having big-name celebrities come would help boost the county’s development, so he was very warm and welcoming, even urging them to go take showers.

Wen Heng went off to shake off the flour, so Gu Sheng headed into the bathroom first.

She took a long, relaxing hot shower. By the time she lay down on the bed, she felt like the happiest person alive.

The window was open, letting in a light mountain breeze.

There was also a faint scent of body wash lingering in the air.

She glanced at the phone the crew had returned to her, and just then, a WeChat message popped up.

Gu Song: [Stay safe.]

Gu Sheng: ? What?

Gu Song hadn’t bothered watching the daytime livestream—too lazy. It was only at night, when things got riskier, that he tuned in. Watching the flour game earlier, he thought Gu Sheng did pretty well. No signs of being a love-drunk fool. He was in a good mood and even felt like sending her some money.

Too bad he had no money left in his account.

—Still, men and women lying down together after showers…

Better be careful. Don’t let anyone take advantage of her.

Gu Sheng didn’t catch what her brother meant and was just about to reply when the door opened.

A wave of steam hit her in the face. Wen Heng’s voice came through, calm as ever: “Gu Sheng, there’s no more towels.”

Gu Sheng looked up. “Then you—”

Caught completely off guard, her eyes landed right on a pale, bare chest.

This damn man—why wasn’t he wearing a shirt?!

The steamy scene instantly blew up WenSheng’s livestream window. Viewers flooded in from across the internet—

Wen Heng was only wearing pants. Since there weren’t enough towels and he couldn’t dry off completely, and his flour-covered clothes were useless, he had no choice but to come back shirtless.

He had done similar things for acting before. As a guy, he didn’t think it was a big deal.

But clearly, the internet didn’t agree.

[Thank you show crew! Thank you Laws of Happiness!]

[Male bodhisattva! Thank you, thank you—]

[I’m not sleeping tonight. Gu Sheng, can you?!]

Wen Heng’s hair was still damp. From his chest to his abs, there was a fine sheen of moisture. The lines of his V-cut abs were perfectly defined. His skin was fair but not weak-looking, with muscle tone full of strength. People always said Wen Heng’s face was like a finely sculpted statue—but clearly, that compliment didn’t just apply to his face… His body looked like it belonged on a classical Greek sculpture.

Gu Sheng had just come out of a hot shower herself, her face already flushed. Now she was even hotter.

Wen Heng hadn’t thought much of it, but when he saw her fluttering long lashes and those bright, lively peach blossom eyes, something in him started to heat up too.

He slowly walked toward the bed.

[Ahhh I’m so hot! I’m dying!]

[Somebody give the commenter above a hormone suppressant! A high dose!]

[It’s too late! If Wen Heng doesn’t kiss Gu Sheng, I’m not getting better! Ahhhhh]

Off-camera—

Gu Song stared at his computer screen, thinking knew it!

Wen Heng definitely has a problem.

Fu Chonghe leaned over to sneak a peek and blurted out a “Holy shit”—

That body. Even as a guy, he felt like whistling. From a male perspective, Wen Heng’s muscles were beautiful. From a female aesthetic, they were even more so—lean and toned, but still looked slender when clothed. So damn enviable.

Gu Song, on the other hand, frowned tightly. He asked Fu Chonghe, “Why’s he taking his clothes off on a perfectly normal show?”

Way too suggestive!

Fu Chonghe was about to say, “Then what the hell’s wrong with taking off your clothes in front of your own wife?” but suddenly remembered that the Wen and Gu families were connected by marriage, so maybe these two didn’t have much real relationship after all. He scratched his head and said, “Just business, after all, he’s top tier.”

Gu Song bit on his cigarette holder, lowered his head, and sent a WeChat message to Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng didn’t have time to check her phone because the CP system was crowing loudly in her head.

“Ahhhh he’s using his body to seduce you! Host, are you falling for him?”

“This is so intense! I’m dying from the shipping!!!”

Gu Sheng clenched her fists: Damn dog man, ruining my reputation in front of the whole internet!!

Yesterday’s “flirt” was somewhat understandable, but now it was real flirtation, really shameless!

Hey, police? Come crack down on this indecency!

Wen Heng originally just hadn’t found a towel, but now seeing Gu Sheng acting like she was facing a mortal enemy, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

So, even though she didn’t love him anymore, Gu Sheng still couldn’t resist his body?

He walked to the edge of the bed, propped one hand on it, and lowered his eyes.

In the depths of his lake-like pupils stirred a faint dark wave. The reflected woman had skin pale with a rosy flush, eyes shimmering, lips moist… unknowingly alluring.

The air warmed.

The audience boiled.

Gu Sheng wanted to shove Wen Heng away but didn’t have the courage to act. Just as Wen Heng was about to sit beside her, the system’s alert tone thundered—

“Beep—Pain number 29 of love: like sitting on pins and needles.”

“Pain level: 10.”

Wen Heng had just sat down.

The next second, he stood up again.

And his hand trembled slightly.

The whole internet was waiting for Wen Heng’s next move, but he suddenly closed his eyes, his face turning noticeably paler than before.

…

Outside the scene,

Gu Song, who had been watching closely, crossed his arms and leaned against the chair back.

Unexpectedly, Wen Heng’s favorability rating +1.

This brother-in-law had some restraint after all, controlled himself.

Back at the scene,

Wen Heng closed his eyes.

He was holding back the pain of being stabbed in the ass with steel needles.

“…” Damn.

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